Quotes Novel London Love Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My fingertips touched the worn covers, the yellowed pages, the notes he had written in the margins in his slanted handwriting. “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.” Romeo and Juliet. I opened the book exactly to the page of the quote, as if my hands knew the way. I knew that passage by heart. How many times had we read it together, lying in bed, his head in my lap while I recited Shakespeare and he closed his eyes, a smile on his lips? “Ma’am?” One of the men approached, his voice hesitant. He was young, maybe twenty-something, and looked at me with a mixture of pity and discomfort. “Are you all right?”

She laughed—breathless, sated. “Still green.” Outside, London kept moving—wet streets, late-night buses, the river carrying everything away. Inside, two people who had found each other again kept breathing together. No rush. No endings. Just the quiet certainty that desire—when chosen—could stretch across cities, years, and oceans. To be continued…

Author - The rest of the night was wild. Melissa and Ricardo drank too much, and in a moment of madness, he proposed to her, and she said yes. They ended up renting a limousine and drove around the city like two crazy people, screaming and drinking. They seemed like they were in a movie, and they ended up in one of those chapels where you can get married on the spot.

She got on the other side of the bed beside the old lady, “So let us talk about something really beautiful ma’am" “What do you want to know dear Ashley” “About the love of your life Mrs Denver” Her shrivelled lips curled up in a smile, “Ours was a bittersweet love story" Ashley leaned forward her interest piqued. “You know I hated his guts the first time I saw him...”, she said in a sharp voice. Ashley chuckled, “Really?”

It kind of turns me on though, it makes my heart lunch with love. Love. That is a new one. I need to keep reminding myself that this heart of mine is not meant to love but that is a freaking lie. A loud one that has spikes shooting out of it. I have a lot of feelings for London. I go downstairs around eleven p.m. and a drunk London is pouring whiskey into Sinner's mouth. Yeah, that was my cue to send them home. I walk towards them and swirl my arm around London's small waist, it fits so perfectly and I pull her away from Sinner, growling like a wild beast at him.

This is my first English novel and has a grammar mistake and two Pov's in a single chapter. Read at your own will but I gurantee you if you ignore the mistake then you will love the plot and how the story will go. This novel is full of suspense, Romance, Thrill and amazing twist. You all will loved it. Again I'm repeating please ignore grammatical mistakes and this story has many Pov's. Its not a long story. You all will loved it.

My mind drifted back to Scarlet. --- Flashback to 6 years ago I was in London with Jessica, savoring our time together. I woke up with her in my arms, her naked body pressed against mine. She gazed at me with those eyes that could melt any man's heart. "Last night was incredible," she murmured, tracing a finger along my chest. "It always is with you," I replied, pulling her closer. She giggled and I asked, "What are you going to do about your fiancé?"

Alice POV London at night was a dream, a city that seemed crafted for lovers. The rain fell lightly, a silvery veil reflecting the glow of streetlights and shop windows, transforming the streets into a shimmering mirror. But for me, none of that mattered as much as the warmth of Connor’s hand holding mine, his fingers interlaced with my own as we strolled along the Thames, the sound of our footsteps mingling with the gentle murmur of the water.

I knew every second I delayed was another moment of my life wasted on him. Before I boarded, Brian stopped by one last time. When he learned of my departure, he simply sighed and wished me happiness and peace in the future. I thanked him but felt a pang of sadness. Even Brian, an outsider, appreciated my years of sacrifice, while Reynold, who benefited most directly, was the first to betray me. Just before I boarded my flight, Reynold texted me. Reynold: "Honey, I made your favorite baked salmon today." Reynold: "I'll be there soon. Wait for me."

Olivia We stood there for several minutes, watching boats pass and lights dance on the water. Other couples strolled by, some arm in arm, others holding hands. To any observer, we probably looked like just another pair of tourists enjoying a romantic evening in London. The thought should have felt false. Instead, it felt dangerously close to reality. "Cold?" Alexander asked, feeling me shiver. "A little." "Let's head back. We can order dessert from room service. I know you didn't get enough food at the pub because you were too busy plotting Sophie's demise."